Chapter 143

The security guards at the upscale residential complex weren't pushovers. The moment David Brown lunged forward, two burly men pinned him to the ground.

"Let me go! Do you know who I am?" David thrashed violently, spewing obscenities.

Mia Harris pulled out her phone and called her brother. After hanging up, she couldn't stand listening any longer and spat, "You're worse than dirt. Emily must have been blind to ever fall for your lies!"

"You bitch, asking for death?" David snarled, his face twisted with rage.

"Listen to this, everyone. Does this sound like something a decent human would say?" Mia scoffed. "Breaking into your ex-girlfriend's home in the middle of the night, hurling insults—officers, please take this trash away!"

Neighbors whispered among themselves, casting disdainful looks at David.

The wail of police sirens grew louder. Even as he was shoved into the patrol car, David continued to shout threats. Emily Smith and Mia followed to give their statements. When they stepped out of the station, Mia's brother was already waiting outside.

"Are you hurt?" he asked with concern.

Emily shook her head. "Thankfully, security arrived in time."

"Bro, can you make sure this bastard rots in jail for years?" Mia clenched her teeth.

Mia's brother glanced at Emily, who murmured, "I heard his family has connections..."

"Connections mean he can break the law?" Mia stomped her foot in frustration.

After a moment of thought, Mia's brother said, "Let me look into it first. At the very least, he won't be getting out tonight."

Back at the apartment, Emily tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She remembered Michael Thompson mentioning that after the last fight, William Johnson had pulled strings to ensure David would be locked up for three to five years.

Yet here he was, free after only three months.

The thought that William might have orchestrated this made Emily's heart turn to ice. So he was no different from David—even after their breakup, he wouldn’t let her move on.

Over the next few days, David remained in temporary custody. Daniel Chen drove Emily to and from work daily, but the constant tension and exhaustion took their toll. Her throat became inflamed, and by Friday, she was running a low fever.

"I took the day off," she told Mia over the phone. "When can you leave?"

The sound of furious typing came through the line. "Ugh, the manager dumped a ton of reports on me last minute and basically said 'take it or leave it'..."

"I'll wait for you," Emily insisted.

Even after taking medicine, her head still spun. She forced herself to finish preparing for next week's tasks. It wasn’t until 9:30 PM that Mia finally wrapped up.

The elevator dinged. Dazed, Emily stepped inside—and collided straight into a solid chest.

"Tsk—"